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Thursday, November 18, 2010

For all of us girl suckers who just want to be adored and taken care of by our man, Jason’s comment on yesterday’s post will get you all in a tizzy. He said,

“What occurred to me today is that no matter how bad a day I have had, my wife may have had it worse so I need to be on my best behavior when she gets home and make it comfortable for her.”

Is it just me or is this the true definition of love? When we stop focusing on ourselves and take a moment to think what someone else might need. Big time points, Jason. BIG.

So, we all know how supportive the runner-blogging-world is. Case in point, I got a gift in the mail a couple of days ago from Ms. Emz. Just because. You know how I love those “just because” moments. When someone does something kind for you with no hope of personal gain. We all need to do one “just because” a day and things might be a bit brighter.

Only, I’m not going to pretend to look near as good as Emz does in the shirt. Mostly because I don’t have that sweet belt buckle and I don’t have those long gorgeous legs.

I had to add a little something to make the shirt more legit for me:

So, here’s how it went yesterday when I wore the shirt. You knew there had to be a story, didn’t you? I’m nothing but a boring housewife without my stories.

First let me say, I don’t know how I always seem to find myself in compromising positions. It’s been this way my whole life. I go about my days, feeling pretty confident, then *BAM* I get reminded that I was put on this earth to be laughed at (in a good way).

And, there have been countless other incidents involving unexpected farts, a spontaneous puke all over my boyfriend’s bed after a night of imbibing (college), my bathing suit top falling off in front of my boyfriend’s family (different boyfriend).

If anything ever happens to Ken I’m going to have a hell of a time finding a date after this post. Unless you’re the type who goes for a woman who pukes on your bed, overflows your toilet then tops it off with a delicate fart.

Yesterday, I went to the gym and actually got on the bike for the first time since the injury. It was only 30 minutes, but it didn’t involve a pool and I was psyched. I got dressed again in my new shirt and headed to Starbucks because this is what I do after workouts as my prize. I was feeling pretty sassy, knowing everyone was checking out my shirt (fantasy world). I ordered my Grande Christmas Blend and headed over to add the cup of half and half that I always put in my coffee. I like to call it half and half with a splash of coffee.

As I stood there, I realized this.

Yeah, that’s right. My fly was open the whole time. Since I left the gym. Zoom in and you’ll see what I’m talking about. Someone should have yelled, “XYZ PDQ!” (examine your zipper, pretty darn quick) like they did in grade school.

It’s always a good lesson in humility to be me.

Funny thing was, later on I went to the groomer (because a one eyed, three legged dog with an erection problem needs to look good too), and the zipper was down again. I don’t seem to learn. I wish I could blame it on the pants, but they’re not those pants that that zipper that always falls down. It’s just me.

Keeping it in my pants,

SUAR

PS: I’m working on a very special water running video for you, so visit back.

That is the true definition of love. That shirt looks banging on you and I am glad your workout didn't involve water yesterday. Thanks for the links to all of your other embarassing stories, they made my morning. Your zipper must be broken or you are just becoming forgetful without running:)

OK, let me say that every single time I crap in a ditch during a run, I think about you. Honestly. And it makes me not care if anyone happens to walk buy. Love the shirt! And your legs are just as great as EMZ's

Awesome! This doesn't happen when you wear yoga pants every day like I do. :) All your past blog stories are on my list to read today. I just left a long comment on here about farting in the classroom (as a teacher) and then realized how random it was since this post has nothing to do with farts...looking back on your older posts made me think of it. Anyway, love the shirt! Thanks for your sweet and encouraging comment on my post yesterday!

I try and make this one of my top 5 blogs to read in the morning, just knowing I get to laugh at some other person that does stupid things to sabotage there refindness (word ? I don't know).Anyways always a pleasure to laugh at you.

Hahahaha, great post. LOVE THAT SHIRT TOO! I am so not embarrassed by the zipper being down by any means after a potentially high school career ending moment in class. I stood up in the front of the class giving a speech and noticed the entire class staring and pointing. Being a girl, I thought the worst: my period had started. When a friend finally told me what was going on I was relieved. What could have been mortifying ended up as just a zipper down. No biggie after it turned out not to be that bad.

I did that at a funeral. Went to the bathroom when I got to the church, didn't notice my fly was down until I got back to work. Black pants, pink undies and none of my friends "noticed". Hopefully no one else did either!

That is my favorite shirt, too! You look way hotter than me, though!I often buy shoes that I like in multiple colors. I have been known to miss match the colors before - more than once! LOL!Glad you're on the PxRxRx Team!